#maveric 001

[cinnabun-jacob]

"Damn," Jacob muttered under his breath, seeing Maveric, his cousin, hunched over, clutching his side, bleeding profusely. He waved his hand instinctively, causing the gun to lock up, rendering it unable to fire. The veins around Jacob's eyes began to ripple visibly, and the whites turned red for a few seconds. His job as an EMT had gotten Jacob accustomed to blood—enough, at least, that he wouldn't lose control over a nosebleed. However, this was a lot of blood, and the coppery scent filled his nostrils like the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the noses of children.

"That's... a lot..." he couldn't finish his sentence as he slowly suppressed his vampire urges while still struggling with them, his voice low as his eyes locked with Maveric's. He took a careful step forward, channeling every ounce of calm he could muster. "I'd have thought a doc would know humans and bullets don't mix." His voice softened, the edge easing slightly. "I'm going to try and heal you." His vampire blood would normally suffice, but there was too much blood for Jacob to think rationally about it now.

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"Fuck," Maveric groaned, digits pressing against the bullet wound in his abdomen. The pain seared, radiating through his frame has leant forward over the now dead triad agents body. "Prick. What happened to need them fucking alive, huh? Some fucking agents you dipshits have." His gaze snaps to the approaching figure, dark irises glaring daggers as teeth grit tightly together through the pain and a single hand moves quickly to grab his gun, pointing it at the other. "One wrong move and I swear to God I will put a bullet in your head," he threatens. He had to get back to Rebekah, to his kids. This was not how a Salvatore went down.